Текст (слова) песни: John Cena f Trademarc - Basic Thugonomics

 
"So... you think you`re untouchable?" 
 
[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos] 
Word life! This is basic thugonomics 
This is ba-basic thugomoics 
Word life! {*scratching*} 
"I`m untouchable, but I`m forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric 
Word life! This is bas-{*scratch*} 
Basic thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics 
Word life! {*scratching*} 
"I`m untouchable, but I`m forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric 
 
[Verse One: John Cena] 
Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven 
Got you backin up, in a defensive position 
An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or bantam 
Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone phantom 
Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint 
Like a broken needle kid, you missin the point! 
We dominate your conference with offense that`s no nonsense 
My theme song hits, get your reinforcements! 
We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin night sticks 
Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless 
Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer`s 
Two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners 
The raw rhymer, turnin legends to old-timers 
My incisor`s like a viper, bitin through your one-liners! 
New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you famous 
Takin over Earth and still kickin in Uranus! 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse Two: Trademarc] 
You ain`t advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts 
The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot tests 
Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse 
or your fitness, it`s the condition of business 
Your lame vision of a underground, physical image 
You`re underneath to undermine your whole, typical image 
With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sedatives 
Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable 
like righteous sluts with no crevices 
Streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats 
Yo` cats couldn`t come this hot if they {jerked off} in the summer heat 
Forget two takes, kill y`all birds the first time 
Yo` best {shit} ain`t, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes 
I`m better than nice, check the veteran stripes 
Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice 
Despite the cover of night, trackin your flight 
Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense 
Approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense 
Dead that! When the light to mic is on 
The crowd is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron 
 
[Chorus]
 

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